High Martial: I Have a Cultivation Space

The blood moon rose, a fissure split the earth, and countless mutant beasts poured in. Martial arts returned, and human martial artists clashed with the beasts. Song Huo had transmigrated into this world that revered martial arts, but he was as insignificant as an ant, barely worth noticing. His mother died young, his father neglected him, his stepmother ostracized him, and his vital energy stagnated. All of it dealt blow after blow to Song Huo, until the [Cultivation Space] System arrived. Many years later, Song Huo gazed into the endless abyss. As roars and snarls echoed from within, his crimson eyes brimmed with bloodlust and murderous intent. Then he threw a punch, plunging everything into endless darkness.